An hundred thousand Crowns, and not remembers Which we much rather had depart withal, Dear Princess, were not his Requests fo far Prin. You do the King my Father too much Wrong, Of that which hath fo faithfully been paid. Prin. We arreft your Word: King. Satisfie me fo. Boyet. So pleafe your Grace, the Packet is not come, Where that and other Specialties are bound: To Morrow you fhall have a Sight of them. Prin. Sweet Health and fair Defires comfort your Grace. I would be glad to fee it.. Biron. I would you heard it groan. Rofa. Alack, let it Blood. Rofa. My Phyfick fays ay. Biron. Will you prick't with your Eye. Rofa. No poynt, with my Knife. Biron. Now fave my Life. Rofa. And yours from long living. Biron. I cannot ftay Thanksgiving. Enter Dumain. [Exit: Dum. Sir, I pray you a Word: What Lady is that fame ? Enter Longavile. [Exit. Long. I beseech you a word: What is the in white? Boyet. A Woman fometimes, if you faw her in the Light. Long. Perchance Light in the Light: I defire her Name. Boyet. She bath but one for her felf; To defire that were a Shame. Long. Pray you Sir, whofe Daughter? Boyet. Not unlike Sir, that may be. Biron. What's her Name in the Cap? Boyet. Katherine by good hap. Biron. Is the wedded or no? Boyet. To her Will, Sir, or fo. Biron. You are welcome Sir: Adieu. [Exit Long. Bojet. Farewel to me Sir,and welcome to you. [Ex. Biron. Mar. That laft is Biran, the merry Mad-cap Lord; Not a Word with him but a Jeft. Boyet. And every Jeft but a Word. Prin. It was well done of you to take him at his word. Boyet. I was as willing to grapple as he was to board. Mar. Two hot Sheeps, marry; And wherefore not Ships? (Lipst Boyet. No Sheep (fweet Lamb) unless we feed on your Mar. You Sheep and I Pafture; fhall that finish the Jeft? Boyet. So you grant Pafture for me. Mar. Not fo, gentle Beast; My Lips are no Common, though feveral they be. Mar. To my Fortunes and me. Prin. Good Wits will be jangling; but Gentles agree. Prin. With what? Boyet. With that which we Lovers intitle affected. Boyet. Why all his Behaviours do make their Retire (glaft, And you give him for my fake but one loving Kifs. Boyet. But to speak that in Words which his Eye hath I only have made a Mouth of his Eye, (difclos'd; By adding a Tongue which I know will not lie. Rofa. Thou art an old Love-monger, and speakert skilfully. Mar. He is Cupid's Grandfather, and learns News of him,' Rof Rofa. Then was Venus like her Mother, for her Father is but grim. Boyet. Do you Mar. No. Boyet. What then, do you fee? Refa. Ay, our way to be gone. Boyet. You are too hard for me. [Exeunt omnes. ACT III. SCENE I. Enter Armado and Moth. SONG. Arble Child, make passionate my Sense of hear Arm. Wing. Moth. Concolinel. Arm. Sweet Air; go Tenderness of Years; take this Key, give Inlargement to the Swain; bring him feftinately hither: I must imploy him in a Letter to my Love. Moth. Will you win your Love with a French Braul? Arm. How mean'ft thou, brauling in French? Moth. No my compleat Mafter, but to Jig offa Tune at the Tongue's End, canary to it with the Feet, humour it with turning up your Eye; figh a Note and fing a Note, fomething through the Throat: If you fwallow'd Love with Singing, love fometime through the Nofe, as if you fnuft up Love by fmelling Love, with your Hat Penthouse-like o'er the Shop of your Eyes, with your Arms croft on your thinbelly Doublet, (like a Rabbet on a Spit) or your Hands in your Pocket, like a Man after the old Painting, and keep not too long in one Tune, but a Snip and away: These are Complements, these are Humours, thefe betray nice Wenches that would be betray'd without thefe, and make them Men of Note: Do you note Men that most are affected to thefe? Arm. How haft thou purchas'd this Experience? Arm. But O, but O.. Moth. The Hobby-horfe is forgot. Arm. Call'st thou my Love. Hobby-horse. Moth. Moth. No Mafter, the Hobby-horfe is but a Colt, and your Love perhaps a Hackney: But have you forgot your Love? Arm. Almost I had. Moth. Negligent Student, learn her by heart. Arm. By heart, and in heart, Boy. Moth. And out of Heart, Mafter: All thofe three I will prove. Arm. What wilt thou prove? Moth. A Man, if I live (and this) by, in, and without, upon the Inftant: In Heart you love her, because your Heart is in love with her; and out of Heart you love her, being out of Heart that you cannot enjoy her. Arm. I am all these three. Moth. And three Times as much more; and yet nothing at all. ter. Arm. Fetch hither the Swain, he muft carry me a Let Moth. A Meffage well fimpathiz'd; a Horfe to be Embaffador for an Afs. Arm. Ha, ha; what fay'st thou? Moth. Marry Sir, you must fend the Afs upon the Horse, for he is very flow gated: But I go. Arm. The way is but short; away. Moth. As fwift as Lead, Sir. Arm. Thy Meaning, pretty Ingenious? is not Lead a Metal heavy, dull and flow? Moth. Minime honeft Mafter, or rather Master no. Moth. You are too swift Sir, to fay fo. Is that Lead flow, Sir, which is fir'd from a Gun? He reputes me a Cannon, and the Bullet that's he: Moth. Thump then, and I fly. [Exit. Arm. A most accute Juvenal, voluble and free of Grace; By thy Favour, fweet Welkin, I muft figh in thy Face. Moft rude Melancholly, Valour gives the Place. My Herald is return'd. Enter |